Blessed
are thou with the name of Peter
Never there
has been a name much sweeter
A name
to her that means so much
Belonging
to the one she longs to touch
Alone he
stands, with golden blonde hair
Quiet and
secretive, eyes fixed in a stare
She longs
to look into his deep blue eyes
A tear
down her cheek slowly dries
For she
has stared into those deep blue eyes
In cupped
hands, she quietly cries
That quiet
young man, she has touched
Around
his waste, she has clutched
She dreams
a dream
The sweetest
dream
About the
man she loves
A dream
of hearts unbroken
And smooth
snow-white doves
To her now
Sorry means
nothing
Sorry means,
"I've stopped loving"
She called
up Peter, on a Tuesday
She stopped
for a minute
Just to
pray
"Peter
don't say sorry, for I love you
But I deep,
deep down fear
You don't
love me too"
On Tuesday
night
She started
to cry
Endless
tears for Peter
Her love
will never die
On her hand
She writes
a poem
For her
Peter
Never was
there a man much sweeter.
"In my heart
you left a tear
You can
sew it up
But it
will always be there"
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Larisa
White
For Peter, who dumped
me for no known reason
